Stories From sex trade

You’d lack the imagination because we come from two completely different words, barely aware of each other, you and I. You live in a place where you get to try, and if it’s enough, you could be anyone you wanted to...

He hadn’t noticed the door lock— or its lack thereof. There was no latch inside that could be locked. There was a lock for sure, but it had no metal bolt it could latch onto. He pressed the wooden panes together and...